500dogsofsummer
It's OK to be Catherine
500dogsofsummer

Same. I’ll never be over it. Not now, not ever. How come he goes and people like Donald Trump, who lives on KFC, are still going?

I wish we could have Prince back. Seems like everything went to shit after he left.

And he wrote “Fuck You.” And he doesn’t appear to be an arsehole.

Men who boast about how feminist they are usually follow up with a sentence that demonstrates that they have no fucking clue what the struggle is and they don’t understand equality. In my experience, anyway.

I have no excuse. None at all.

I know. I know.

Fuck Ed Sheeran. Haven’t the kidz had enough Ed Sheeran for now? When are they all going to grow out of it?

Annie’s Fuck You Fund!!

This.

But in Bedford Falls, immigrants are welcome. Mary utters that beautiful line about bread so they never go hungry, salt so life always has flavour, and wine for....getting shitfaced?....when the Italian family (Martinis?) moves into Bailey Park.*

Ha ha! I love the early scenes with the children.

He groomed them all - parents, coaches, girls. He was a master manipulator within a system that was already geared to place him at the top of the power structure.

Everyone involved in the organisation and administration of this simply needs to take Aly Raisman’s testimony as a blueprint. Do what she said to do, exactly as she set out. This is a good start.

“You’re a bad mother, but you can take your clothes off for me now.”

When I read the headline, that’s what I thought he meant!

For a musician, it’s truly incredible how tone deaf he is. And he has clearly never listened to the concerns of black people in his life.

I don’t want to see his nut.

I don’t either but this makes my blood boil, so I dread to think what would happen to these little shits if I got anywhere near them.

I know. Sorry. He brings out the worst in me. The other day I said the interview with Piers Morgan was like watching two bullfrogs licking slime off each other, and frankly I disgust myself.

Aim higher: I’d like to see it land in the nest of hair, lean down, deliver a quick rip to the jugular.